1. Detours (Part 2 of 3)


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    her hands braced against the trunk. “I’m pretty sure ‘don’t pick up hitchhikers’ precludes screwing hitchhikers,” she grumbled. So absorbed and conflicted in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized the sound of footsteps coming up from behind her until the crunch of twigs and gravel alerted her that she was not alone. She whirled around. “Shit!” she gasped at the sight of Donovan standing at the edge of the clearing, holding his shirt, his chest still bare. How the hell did he move so quickly, yet so quietly? She rubbed her face with her fingers and groaned, “Oh God, you startled me.” Donovan was still dripping wet, his long, dark ribbons of hair hanging low around his neck and shoulders. He wiped his face with a large hand and slowly moved towards Bonnie. As he loomed closer, she backed against her car, both hands behind her on the trunk. Her lips slipped ajar as he came within a few steps, and she froze, ensnared by the intensity she saw in his eyes. Her heart raced when she realized he was still moving towards her, past her comfort zone, until her head had to tilt back for her to look up at him. Donovan tossed his shirt onto the car, leaned forward and put his hand on the trunk as well, between her body and her hand. He brushed his thumb against her waist. Bonnie’s tummy hitched as she shuddered, his simple touch setting off a wave of nervous anticipation in her body. She could hear him breathe, see the curls on his wide chest rise and fall, and smell that delicious earthy ...
    scent of his. They stood in this position, on this precipice of an explosion, for a moment. Bonnie sensed a pool of saliva in her mouth. She gulped; it was still there. Finally, she spoke softly, “Would… could you dry off before you get back in my ca-?” With impossible quickness, the large man’s lips were upon hers, pressing, smothering. Bonnie’s eyes widened, her head rolling as he moved his, her mouth locked in by the brash, powerful kiss. She had to remind herself to breathe let alone think of something to say, to protest. Yet the moment she opened her lips, Donovan’s tongue shot in and plundered her mouth with harsh, wet slashes. Bonnie’s fingers slipped and skittered against the taut, tough flesh of his arms. She didn’t know if she was trying to push him off or pull him in. Maybe she was just trying to steady herself. Her back arched sharply as he leaned against her, over her, and the heels of her boots slid on the gravel and dirt. She knew the words ‘wait’ and ‘slow down’ were part of her vocabulary somewhere in her embattled brain. Damned if she knew how to pronounce them, even if her mouth wasn’t so preoccupied. They continued to wrestle with their lips and dance with their tongues. She felt his hand grip around her waist and hook the back of her neck, locking her in. She gasped sharply as he suddenly slipped his hand underneath her butt and hoisted her onto the car as easily as if he had lifted a pillow. Bonnie’s pink lips rounded wide as she breathed what she could ...
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